Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were still the slowest to progress during the afternoon training. Only halfway through dinner did the two finally scrape past Qin Muchu's requirements.
This also showed that Power Attack System Soul Masters usually attacked with broad, sweeping moves, leaving their fine control over soul power far behind that of Agility Attack System and Support-Type Soul Masters.
The cafeteria was silent. All seven buried their heads in their food, and even Ma Hongjun, normally the most talkative, did nothing but stuff his mouth. Though the day's two training exercises had not drained their physical strength like the earlier weighted training, they had consumed enormous amounts of mental power. Everyone felt as though their brains had been hollowed out.
"What's this? You all look so listless. Did Xiao Chu put you through the wringer?" Shao Xin, who was serving the food, asked with a chuckle.
"Ugh, Teacher Shao, the wringer doesn't begin to cover it. That was torture straight out of hell." Ma Hongjun raised his head weakly. "Brother Qin is a devil."
Qin Muchu said nothing, but quietly made a note of that remark.
After dinner, Qin Muchu summoned everyone to the Training Ground again. A circle a little over two meters in diameter had already been marked out there.
"Brother Qin, seriously? You're going to torment us at night too?" Fatty Ma Hongjun immediately began wailing in protest. Aside from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, the other four all looked at Qin Muchu with resentment written across their faces.
"Cut the crap. Do you want to find yourself a wife someday or not?" Qin Muchu circled the group, throwing Ma Hongjun a murderous glance along the way.
Ma Hongjun immediately behaved himself. "Yes."
"Good. Tonight's training is simple. It's called Micro-Control Sparring." Qin Muchu swept